| You would think by now
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| I could face the fact
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| You’re not here, and you’re not coming back
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| But instead I go on
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| And let myself pretend
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| That somehow, deep down, I’m convinced
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| What I feel can’t be real
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| That’s what I tell myself
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| It’s a dream
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| This kind of thing only happens to someone else
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| I don’t wanna believe you’re gone
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| But some things are true
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| Whether you believe it or not
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| I still leave the light on
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| On the chance that you’ll drop by
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| I still park on my side of the drive
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| Every night I make sure
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| That your alarm is set
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| I still turn down your side of the bed
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| What I feel can’t be real
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| That’s what I tell myself
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| It’s a dream
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| This kind of thing only happens to someone else
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| I don’t wanna believe you’re gone
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| But some things are true
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| Whether you believe it or not
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| Some things are true whether you
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| Believe it or not |